May 12, 2005

his only real problem is that he’s being raised by a lunatic

We’re back from the psychologist, who of course turns out to be quite nice (although younger than I am, but who isn’t these days?). Henry had a great time–she has cool toys in her office, apparently–which is good because he’s going back in a couple of weeks for more testing. Hooray!

The deal, at this point, is simply this: she wants to do some more formal (read: standardized) testing, not because she’s concerned about his intelligence (everyone agrees that he’s smart, like, SMART smart, like scary smart) but because she wants to see how he does in a more academic setting, as opposed to hanging out playing with fire trucks. She’s also going to have his teacher fill out a checklist about behaviors at school, which is good because I have no idea what he’s like at school (I pay all that money so that I don’t have to be with him all the time, see?). So–so far, so good.

Of course now I’m beginning to think that I need some therapy, thanks to the forms I had to fill out this morning. One asked who cared for this child in the first two years. (That would be me.) Another asked what kind of childcare we had, and to what extent we use it (uh, none and never). And then there was the question about ‘other support networks.’ I got nothin’, as Henry likes to say.

And THEN I had to fill in the grid listing parents’ occupations and educational levels. So I wrote PhD for Wade, and then wondered if I should write just MA for me, or ABD–I was really fretting about this. I mean, I started a PhD, and I actually wrote some of the dissertation, but then . . .

And it dawned on me: oh my god no wonder this kid is odd! Look who’s raising him. Oh my god it’s all my fault! He’s doomed.

But then he came out of her office, and he was happy and wanted to go to the bookstore, and he picked out a sticker book about space and said, ‘Look, Mommy, it’s Saturn,’ so of course I bought it for him and now he’s putting stickers in and we’re going to have lunch with Wade and IT’S ALL GOING TO BE JUST FINE.

Sigh.

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One Response to “his only real problem is that he’s being raised by a lunatic”

1. May 12th, 2005 at 2:24 pm, ieatcrayonz Says:

   He is doomed. Let me tell you about the time my highschool boyfriend went to the Physics Olympiad, dropped out of college, and became a Kinko’s store manager. Oh, I just did. Glad that relationship was on a one way trip to nowhere.

   I’m just kidding. I can only hope that my kiddo is half as smart as little Henry. Will we being seeing him on Jeopardy any time soon?

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